Racing onward at scalar,
Our dear world has gone gaga.
She wraps her fullness to her back,
Leaps the hills and roams places dark.
She wears a black morning gown
Appearing dirty and down.
The world has gone mad!
I wish you know so.
She dances on hearing wrong judgement,
But scorns honest achievement.
She scavenges for vices in the heart,
And sings to them sweet patriotic songs,
But then sits upon virtue and farts,
And demeans them with abusive words.
Our dear world has gone mad,
Who shall cure the world?
She climbed and sat on the clouds,
And gained entertainment watching evil,
She makes welcome deceptive vows,
And prepares sumptuous meals for demons.
She laughs loud at midnight,
And jumps for joy at twilight.
The world has gone mad!
I hope you see so.
She sold a dark greed to mankind,
And they purchased it with their lives.
Their cravings lured them to bloody mines,
And they made great wealth with slaying knives.
She has made them forget their love ones
For she fines dear no one.
The world has gone mad!
I pray you see so.
She yells at the godly,
and lays at ambush a snare.
She drags into fire their bodies,
But their souls transfigures and glares.
She hides her treasures in the oceans,
And watches her seekers helplessly drown.
The world has gone mad,
Can you not see?
She stays more often in darkness,
And roars with furry at light.
She sings in the markets,
And trades on people's right.
She calls the indecent "models,"
But the decent, "unkempt".
She calls the patient fellows "dawdler,"
And smiles on hearing the diligent weep.
The world has gone mad,
What should we do?
Let's find a cure for our world,
For her decay is deep.
Her wounds freshly bleeds,
And I find her attractive figure curled.
Her beauty fades away like a reed,
She's bossy and out of course.
Find me a physiatrist for the world,
Name me a physician to call,
This is to me so grievous,
But I'll like to suggest Jesus.
